She drags her hand from my face down my chest to my Adonis belt. The caresses and light touches trigger a lightning storm under my skin. My cock jumps, my hips rise.
“You don't always have to be the one in charge, you know.” It’s not a question. Her hand wraps around my shaft, rubbing the bead of moisture across the head. I let out a strangled sound of pleasure.
Satisfaction sparks in her face, and my god, she’s the most spectacular thing I've ever seen.
When she lowers her mouth to me, I swear I nearly come. She takes me slowly, working me with her lips, tongue, and hands. Sitting up, she has one hand on my cock while she presses the fingers of the other against the tender spot just behind my balls, pulsing and rubbing.
I moan, my body shaking with the need to come, but I refuse.
“Stop,” I manage. She does without hesitation.
I pull her to me, needing to feel her body against mine, tearing her shirt off. Our teeth clash in my haste to kiss her, to taste her, my fingers roughly moving her panties to the side. I growl against her mouth with satisfaction when I find her already soaking.
“I need to be inside you. Please.” I’d beg if shewanted. Get on my knees right now and beg her for the privilege of letting me feel her.
She nods, shifting her legs to straddle me.
“Do you care about these?” I ask, fingers wrapped around her lace underwear.
“No,” she says, shaking her head.
The delicate fabric gives way to my fingers as I rip them off. I grab her hips, pulling her to me and kissing her neck, her breasts, her nipples, letting my hands wander up the curve of her soft belly and digging my fingers into her. I can't get enough; I can't touch enough of her.
What a beautiful problem.
Her warmth envelops me, blotting out everything else. There's only this. This incredible woman.
“Cillian,” she groans, her head falling back as she takes all of me, her hips rolling, seeking her pleasure.
“That's it, baby doll.” I lift my hips to push myself deeper. “Take what you need.”Take all of me, I think.
She does. God, she does. In every way, whether she knows it or not.
I'm awestruck watching her ride my cock, her hair falling free around her shoulders, the dawn light slowly slipping around her, outlining her in a golden aura.
She looks ethereal. Holy. Something good and right and mine.
No. Not mine. Not really. Not yet.
But I want her to be, I allow myself to accept that. I want every morning to be this. I want every day to taste like her kiss. I lo?—
Fuck.
Love.
I feel her tighten around me.
Fuck.
The sun breaches the hills, flooding theroom with light just as clarity floods all my senses with joy and fear in equal measure.
This woman. I love this woman. All of her. Her mess, her chaos, and her stubborn strength.
I love her.
She comes apart, her body shaking with release, glowing and rapturous.
“Antionette,” I breathe her name like a prayer, a rite, something sacred.
